Post by Jonas Merhoff on Feb 3, 2009 4:18:44 GMT
What could make a girl think this way about Nazi Germany? The question tortured Jonas as he searched his mind for the answers. Genocide, war, hatred, prejudice, murder, dictatorship... there were so many reasons. In the 30s... during the depression, Nazism had seemed like a sound idea. It was a strict, totalitarianism government promised to restore Germany to it's prior glory. Of course, back when what economy and military Germany did have crumbled under the Treaty of Versailles it was rather easy for someone to be mesmerized by a brilliant orator who preached nothing but pride, glory, and power. To the people of the nation it seemed like a great idea... but now it seemed destined to fail. Now to a German Hauptmann whose wisdom and sense had been unlocked by a mere child, all of Hitler's speeches seemed to be littered with lies. His people were taking the homes out from children like this. They were stealing the unwanted people's belongings, using them to fuel the German economy, and sending them off to work and death camps. And for what? Germany glory? No, that wasn't Germany glory. That was genocide... genocide he had partaken in.
The nervous nod seemed to take eternity. Jonas's empathetic eyes gazed at the girl. Such courage. There was no doubt she had fear... but the courage was overcoming it. A child's courage made an adult doubt his entire life. "Ich verstehe." His voice was nothing but a faint whisper. His eyes wandered and so did his mind. The seconds passed, the silence awkward and impenetrable. The seconds lengthened and it seemed like eternity that his eyes were glued onto the burgundy red of the walls. Were the others watching him now? He didn't care. He felt anger nor sorrow. He felt void... void, because his life was torn away from him. By what? War, pessimism, and the compression of his emotions. "Gekommen. Lassen Sie uns von diesem anderwohin sprechen."
The screech of the Hauptmann's chair was loud and abrupt. German eyes... no Aryan eyes no...deceived eyes locked onto him as he made his way across the table. His hands were gentle and helpful as Adelheid stepped down to the floor. He wrapped his hand around hers like it was natural and expected, but it was not forceful. His hand was relaxed and casual as it slid over hers. He didn't pay attention to those around him as he led the girl out of the dining room and into the street.
The fresh air relieved him as he descended the inn's steps to the sidewalk. He walked hand in hand with Adelheid, an orphan who was brave enough to distinguish her opposition to Hitler and Nazism when Jonas a soldier of two Great Wars couldn't say the same. Up until this moment though, he had been under the spell that plagued the German people. They came upon a peaceful park. People walked by nonchalantly, as if untouched by the war. The birds sang in unison. The park boomed with life. So unlike Jonas Merhoff in too many ways to name. He parted with Adelheid and rested on a nearby bench. Jonas waved for Adelheid to come over and waited for her to sit down on the bench. "Sie denken die selben an mich, tun Sie nicht? Die selben tun Sie die anderen Nazin. " By now, his neck was curved to the left so he could face the little girl.
Translations:
"Ich verstehe."
- "I understand."
"Gekommen. Lassen Sie uns von diesem anderwohin sprechen."
- "Come. Let us speak of this elsewhere. "
"Sie denken die selben an mich, tun Sie nicht? Die selben tun Sie die anderen Nazin. "
- "You think the same about me, don't you? The same you do the other Nazis. "
The nervous nod seemed to take eternity. Jonas's empathetic eyes gazed at the girl. Such courage. There was no doubt she had fear... but the courage was overcoming it. A child's courage made an adult doubt his entire life. "Ich verstehe." His voice was nothing but a faint whisper. His eyes wandered and so did his mind. The seconds passed, the silence awkward and impenetrable. The seconds lengthened and it seemed like eternity that his eyes were glued onto the burgundy red of the walls. Were the others watching him now? He didn't care. He felt anger nor sorrow. He felt void... void, because his life was torn away from him. By what? War, pessimism, and the compression of his emotions. "Gekommen. Lassen Sie uns von diesem anderwohin sprechen."
The screech of the Hauptmann's chair was loud and abrupt. German eyes... no Aryan eyes no...deceived eyes locked onto him as he made his way across the table. His hands were gentle and helpful as Adelheid stepped down to the floor. He wrapped his hand around hers like it was natural and expected, but it was not forceful. His hand was relaxed and casual as it slid over hers. He didn't pay attention to those around him as he led the girl out of the dining room and into the street.
The fresh air relieved him as he descended the inn's steps to the sidewalk. He walked hand in hand with Adelheid, an orphan who was brave enough to distinguish her opposition to Hitler and Nazism when Jonas a soldier of two Great Wars couldn't say the same. Up until this moment though, he had been under the spell that plagued the German people. They came upon a peaceful park. People walked by nonchalantly, as if untouched by the war. The birds sang in unison. The park boomed with life. So unlike Jonas Merhoff in too many ways to name. He parted with Adelheid and rested on a nearby bench. Jonas waved for Adelheid to come over and waited for her to sit down on the bench. "Sie denken die selben an mich, tun Sie nicht? Die selben tun Sie die anderen Nazin. " By now, his neck was curved to the left so he could face the little girl.
Translations:
"Ich verstehe."
- "I understand."
"Gekommen. Lassen Sie uns von diesem anderwohin sprechen."
- "Come. Let us speak of this elsewhere. "
"Sie denken die selben an mich, tun Sie nicht? Die selben tun Sie die anderen Nazin. "
- "You think the same about me, don't you? The same you do the other Nazis. "